Made for it

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Okay, I'm fucking tired now and my eyes burn. Buuuut I finished typing this. Finally.

Title: Made for it - Episode Five
Author: me_midget aka moi
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: When Oliver's and Lucius' life goes on and everything seems to be perfect and just the way they want it to be, more and more stumbling blocks are lying in their way.
Paring: Oliver/Lucius
Rating: PG-13 - R for language and imagery
Warnings: slash, mpreg, fluff, drama; un-beta-ed
Disclaimer: I own Olli-Poo and nothing or nobody else
Comments: *faints ... regains consciousness and looks at audience* You should check out xmartyrdomx's lj and read the extra part of this story that he's going to write. Because he'll write about what happens after this part - from Lucius' POV, because he's a great writer and a Lucius' expert. *faints again*




Oliver was in the 7th month of his pregnancy now and felt quite well rounded. Although walking wasn't a problem for him at this state and his feet weren't really swollen that much - Lily's were huge compared to his, even though she was in the mid of 5th month and no further - he quickly got tired these days and had to take a lot of naps. Still, he had planned to go shopping for stuff for their unborn son with Lucius, since they hadn't bought much for him yet. The plans for the baby's room were finished and they would soon start to get the guest room renovated.
That was what Oliver was doing lately, besides slowly changing into a nagging house wife.

Oliver entered the ante-room of Lucius' office. He rarely visited Lucius at work now for the simple reason that he didn't like all theses business people staring at him like they were something better. And the fact that he was already feeling huge wasn't a plus. It also didn't help that Sirius teases him about his size every time they met.
Oliver looked at the secretary's empty desk. So they were most likely having a meeting or a conference right now.
He sat down on one of the chairs in the room and stared first at the wall, then at his clock and yawned. He didn't have to wait long till the door to Lucius' office opened and a guy walked out with a green quill and a writing pad floating behind him.
"Is that everything, Mr Malfoy?" he asked and brushed his hands over his perfect white shirt. Oliver's eyes widened when he took in the guy's appearance. Honey-coloured, short hair, brown eyes and a perfectly curved mouth. The shirt was clinging to his perfect upper body and the black trousers fit snugly to his butt. Oliver swallowed heavily. So this was the secretary?
"Yes. Thank you, Charles." He blinked when he saw Lucius coming out of the office, adjusting his tie. Lucius' eyes met his and Oliver turned his head away.
"Oliver, I didn't hear you coming in." Lucius said and walked over to Oliver, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you ready to start our shopping spree?"
Oliver nodded and tried to get up from the chair, which proved to be quite difficult give the state he was in. Only with the help of Lucius he managed to get up. His face was flushed from the embarrassment and all he wanted now was to crawl into his bed and hide under the covers.
"I'll see you later, Charles. Could you get the papers for the Bulgarian Trade Commission ready, please?"
"Of course, Mr Malfoy." Lucius took hold of Oliver's arm and gently led him outside.

The building where the office for International Wizard Relations was located in the middle of London, not very far from the Ministry and behind the façade of a Turkish Café.
Whenever Oliver was out in the Muddle word an automatic charm prevented Muggles to see that he was pregnant, but they usually were only trespassing the Muggle World anyway. Lucius had demanded that their child got only toys, clothes and furniture produced by wizards. Not that Oliver was as fond of Muggles as Arthur Weasley was, but he thought that they has a few good inventions, like the TV Lily and James had insisted on giving them as a present when they had moved in together.

"You're so quite." Lucius remarked while he and Oliver slowly strolled through the second shop with baby clothes. Oliver picked up a small, blue romper suit, ran his hand over the terry cloth and put it in his basket, before answering with a simple "Yes." He gritted his teeth when he saw Lucius looking at his watch. He knew hat he was calculating when he had to go back to the office. Back to him.
Lucius must have noticed his dark look, because his next question was if he was okay.
"Sure." Oliver said curtly and added a big package of diapers to the basket. He told the clerk to send everything to their home when he paid and left the store.
"What is it with you?!" Lucius exclaimed frustrated. "Didn't you get enough food?"
"Fuck you."
"What did I do, Oliver? Because I don't remember doing anything."
"Oh yeah? Great for you!" Oliver tried to walk away from him, deciding that he didn't have to take this shit, but Lucius grabbed his arm and made him stop.
"What.Have.I.Done?!" he snarled and Oliver gave him a hard glare. Fine. If he wanted this he would give it to him.
"You can drop this shit, Lucius. I know. I have seen you." Lucius looked at him in confusion.
"What?"
"Him smoothing down his perfect shirt and you adjusting your tie!"
"What are you talking about?"
"And then 'Is that everything, Mr Malfoy?'."
"Are you talking about Charles?"
"Oh, yes. Charles. Pretty boy Charles. Should be on the covers of magazines instead of in your office." Lucius let out a laugh.
"Are you jealous of my secretary?"
"Secretary, my arse! More like little fuck toy." Lucius expression darkened.
"Stop it. You're being ridiculous."
"Oh yes?! I find it ridiculous that you pretend he is your secretary! How many times have you fucked him already?!"
"Oliver. Shut up!"
"I'm not good enough anymore, am I?! Fat Oliver is ugly and stupid and makes an arse out of himself, because he really think that his husband could still love him when he's looking like this!"
"You are really making an arse out of yourself. Stop. It."
"Is it always going to be like that now? Me being your trophy wife and you screwing around wherever and whenever you want to?!"
"Oliver!" Lucius shouted. "You fucking dickhead! I am not having an affair!"
"Don't lie to me! I -"
"You know what? I don't have to put up with this! I'm going back to work!"
"Yes, go back! Go and fuck him!" Lucius gave him a look that made his blood run cold.
"I might." And then he Apperated away. Oliver stood there in the middle of the street, his chest heaving and a lump in his throat, and blinked. He would not cry. He wouldn't.


Lucius opened the door of their apartment and stepped into the half-darkness. Early morning-light filtered through the doorway that led to the living room and everything was strangely quiet. Lucius frowned. Somehow he'd expected Oliver to throw himself on him. Apologies on his lips, but nothing came.
A little grumpy Lucius opened the door to their bedroom and looked inside. Oliver, the idiot, was asleep, of course, not being bothered by the events from the afternoon before. Lucius sighed. Shit. Shit! He ran his hands through his hair and opened the door a bit more, now fully stepping into the room. The his eyes fell on the dark lump next to Oliver. On the hands on Oliver's round hips. On Sirius Black lying in bed with his husband!
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lucius roared and lot the room with a furious, blinding light. Sirius jumped up, startled and wide awake, while Oliver sat up and stared at Lucius.
"YOU FAUX! YOU HYPPOCRITE! ACCUSING ME OF CHEATING WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS FUCKING AROUND!"
"Lucius!" Oliver gasped, anger starting to boil in his veins. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"YOU! HIM!" He pointed wildly from Oliver to Sirius.
"You have lost your mind, Malfoy."
"Don't you dare talking to me, you home wrecker!"
"I'll talk to you whenever and however I want, Malfoy! And it's not me who's the home wrecker - it's you!"
"Ha-ha! Says the one whom I found lying in MY BED in MY HOME next to MY HUSBAND!"
"Lucius, you fucking wanker!" Oliver screamed. "He slept here with me -"
"So you admit it, you fucking cheat!?"
"NO! He slept in the bed next to me!"
"Bullshit!" Sirius lunged forward and grabbed Lucius' collar, shaking him. "Let go off me!" Lucius pushed him back.
"Did you just push me?!"
"You bet!" Sirius and Lucius whipped out their wands and pointed them at each other. "I'll kill you for this Black!"
"The fuck you will!"
"Lucius! Stop it!"
"Keep your slutty mouth shut, Oliver! I'll deal with you later."
"If you dare to hurt him ..."
"Nothing of your concern!"
"Stop it! Both of you! I - oh fuck."
"Yeah, that's right, Oliver. Finally admitting that you fucked up, huh?!" Oliver groaned, making Sirius look at him in worry.
"Olli? You alright?"
"Of course he is, fucker. He's only taking out his drama queen allures." Oliver was clutching his stomach by now.
"Shut up, Malfoy! Don't you see that he's in pain?!" Sirius turned away from Lucius and ran over to Oliver.
"Baby." Oliver pressed out.
"Malfoy -"
"Bring him to the fireplace. We'll floo." Lucius said and swallowed. Damn Oliver. He couldn't even fight properly without being melodramatic. This better be serious.


St. Mungos wasn't full at this early time of the day and they were brought to the special ward for magical births immediately. The healers had placed Oliver in the bed and Lucius was sitting next to it, neither of them talking while Sirius was somewhere outside filling the papers for them.
A healer with the shimmering name tag that said "Wilburr" entered the room and waved his wand over Oliver, running some tests on him while Oliver was close to hyperventilating.
"Calm down, Mr Malfoy." The healer said.
"I am calm!" Lucius snapped and earned himself a frown by the doctor.
"I didn't mean you, but your husband. He is stressed and somehow I can't fail to see the reason why." The man said sternly and turned lack to Oliver, completely ignoring the more or less insulting muttering by Lucius. "Breathe in deeply, Mr Malfoy, and try to calm down. I'll help you to do that with a small spell, alright?" Oliver nodded frantically and only seconds later the spell hit its aim and relief washed over him.
"Thank you." He said quietly, then added - calmed by the spell: "What about the baby?!"
"Your son is alright and healthy, though both of you have been put under quite a lot of stress."
"So I'm not in labour?" Oliver asked and blinked.
"No."
Lucius groaned and got up. "So we can leave again?"
"Soon. I'd like to run a few more tests on your husband before you leave, only in case that something isn't quite right."
"Didn't you just say that nothing was wrong with him but being a little ninny?"
"I didn't say that, Mr Malfoy." Wilburr said and gave him another look. "Stress like this can lead to very serious situations -"
"Indeed it can!" Lucius glared at Oliver, who twitched.
"Mr Malfoy, would you please stop with that? This is not the time to put your husband under more stress. And you, Mr Malfoy, you need bed rest. You may walk around for a bit, in your home, but not more than an hour in total for the next few days. Maybe next week, should you feel well enough, you might take a walk. But nothing more. Make sure you eat plenty - but lightly - and drink loads of water."
"Yes, Healer Wilburr."
Good. Now lay back. The final running of the tests won't take long. You'll be able to leave in one or two hours. Should you feel funny again don't hesitate to call me." And with that the healer left the room.
"Are you happy now?" Lucius snarled and started pacing. Why, why, why did everything have to go pear shaped?!
"Excuse me?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"To nearly lose our baby?"
"I hope it is ours."
"How dare you!? How dare you accusing me of this?!"
"Oh spare me of acting like a saint!"
"You don't even know what a saint is!"
"More than you!"
"You are the one who cheated! I hope you at least enjoyed it!"
"Oh yes, I did! Charles' hole is so much tighter than your loose, old crater!" Oliver gasped, feeling like Lucius had just punched him square in his stomach, covered his mouth with both of his hands. "And now I'll go." Lucius stopped moving and concentrated on Apperating away. Just before he left the hospital room completely he heard Oliver shouting: "The baby's going to have black hair!" Then he was gone.


Sirius burst into the room and found Oliver alone and sobbing in the bed.
"What happened?! I head shouting... Where's Lucius?"
"He's gone!" Oliver wailed and clung to Sirius. "For good!"


Hours later Lily and Sirius walked out of Oliver's bedroom towards the waiting James and Remus, who jumped up immediately.
"He's asleep now." Sirius sighed.
"Finally." Lily added and let herself be drawn into James' arm. Remus handed Sirius a cup of hot, black coffee and they sat down.
"I knew from the beginning that Malfoy would only mean trouble." Sirius growled and James agreed.
"You can't say that, Padfoot." Remus admonished him.
"The hell I can't, Moony! From day one he was nothing but a festering boil!"
"And how's that?" Lily said, frowning. "He's been miserable before he got together with Lucius."
"Oliver could've been happy with someone else. Someone gently, someone who didn't cheat on him." Sirius said.
"May I remind you, dear Sirius, that you were with him and cheated on him yourself? With Remus. Don't tell me you don't remember." Both Remus and Sirius blushed.
"That doesn't change anything though. Because of Lucius so much shit ahs happened to Oliver." James declared. "Remember the tie right at the beginning when we found Oliver crying in the common room?"
"Yeah. Lucius had stood him up." Remus nodded.
"Or when Lucius' father started to interfere in their lives?" Sirius added.
"That wasn't Lucius' fault though." Lily frowned and stroked over her swollen belly.
"Or when Oliver came to our house, crying because Lucius had all but left a note the day before their anniversary and went on a business trip." James put his arm around his wife's shoulders. Remus shook his head.
"You forget to tell that he later floo called and asked Oliver to come with him."
"But what about when Lucius told him that he didn't want any children and Oliver ran away?" Sirius crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And Lucius made him cry so often."
"That's Oliver. He cries a lot." James said and shrugged.
"Oliver is a sensible man. He's not as repressed about his feelings as the rest of you lot. And you two," Lily glared at Sirius and James, "forget all the good things. How happy Oliver was when they moved in together no matter what everyone else said. How thrilled he was when they had the first Christmas Party at their flat. How he beamed when he told us that and how Lucius asked him to marry him. How he had happy tears in his eyes during their wedding. And how extremely happy they were when they announced that they were going to be parents." Lily looked into the suddenly silent round. "After all they've gone through those two have deserved to be happy. They are meant to be." Remus nodded.
"Now if only they would start seeing that too." He mumbled. Sirius looked at the closed bedroom door behind which he and Lily had consoled the completely distressed Oliver, who had been sure that Lucius had left him forever.
"It would be a start if Lucius would come back."


Three days later everything was quite the same. Lucius hadn't showed up nor sent some sign of live and Oliver's friends started to doubt that he would come back. Given the fact how angry Lucius had been when Oliver ahd ran away for a few hours without telling anybody where he was it seemed strange, if not unreal, that Lucius would leave for such a long time and still plan on coming back.
Oliver was a real mess. Whenever he was reminded of Lucius he started crying or rather was shaken by dry sobs for he had spent all of his tears. He looked like a zombie, pale and unreal and the only reason he was still eating was that his friends told him to think of the baby.
The baby. Their son. His son. What would he do without Lucius? He would have to raise him on his own. How would they live? Without Lucius' support Oliver would have to start working again soon. How would he manage to go through all of this on his own? His friends could only help so much. They had their own lives that they needed to take care of.
And would Lucius want to see the baby? No. No, he would wouldn't. Not after Oliver had said that it wasn't really his child, but Sirius'. God, what had he done?


Sirius cleared away the remains of Oliver's lunch (mashed potatoes, fried eggs and peas - made by Lily) when someone knocked at the front door. He frowned and went to opened it, knowing fully well that all of their friends had keys now in case of emergency and that Lucius would never ever knock.
When the door swung open he stood face to face with a slim, blond woman, clad in perfectly tailored grey-blue robes, who raised her eyebrows at him.
"Mrs Malfoy." Sirius gulped heavily.
"Mr Black." She mustered him critically and he immediately felt his confidence melt away like it was nothing. "May I enter?" she stepped around him, then turned and handed him her outer robes. "Where is my son? And what are you doing here?"
"Err..."
"I wrote him nearly a week ago that I would drop by. Don't tell me he forgot! He's not on one of these dreadful business trips of his again, is he?"
"Err..."
"Well?" She looked around, saw the pillow and the blanket on the cough where he'd slept last night and frowned. "What is going on here?" Sirius sighed heavily.
"He left."
"Who?"
"Lucius." She stared at him and blinked.
"Mr Black, are you telling me that my son has left his pregnant spouse?"
"...Yes."
"Where is he?"
"We don't know." Mrs Malfoy closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself.
"How long?"
"Three days now." Magic crackled around Mrs Malfoy's frame.
"And none of you thought of telling me that my only son has gone missing?!" Her voice was a deathly whisper and Sirius winced. Never had a woman been able to scare him like that, not even Lily. "Where is my son-in-law?!" Sirius pointed at the bedroom door and stepped aside so Mrs Malfoy wouldn't run over him when she entered the room.
She waved her wand, pulled the curtains aside and opened the windows, letting in the fresh midday air.
Oliver jumped at the noise, sitting up and looking around, wildly searching for Lucius in hope he'd come back. When he spotted his mother-in-law instead tears came to his eyes and he let himself be pulled into a tight hug.
"Ssssh, honey, ssssh. Calm down. I'm here now. Everything will be alright." She said and rubbed his back in gently circles.
"Oh, Becca! We fucked up so badly!" he sobbed into her robes and told her all that had happened.
When he had finished Mrs Malfoy pushed him back into the pillows and stroked his hair out of his face.
"It's all my fault." He whispered. "If only I wasn't so jealous all the time."
"Shush now, sweetheart. It's been the fault of both of you and not of one alone. It always takes two, you know?" She covered his swollen belly with the blanket. "What you two need is to talk over things. Calmly."
"It's too late."
"Psh. It's never too late. I'll go and find my son."
"But how?" Mrs Malfoy smirked.
"Never underestimate the tracking powers of a Malfoy mother, Oliver." She looked at his belly. "You will soon enough know what I mean." Oliver gave her a small, short smile. "And now you need rest. You're putting way too much stress on yourself." Oliver nodded and Mrs Malfoy kissed his forehead. "I'll find him."


P.S.: I need more Emmett pics, but I don't want to look into the Season 3 pics in case they give the story away. *sigh*

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